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The private jet touched down on the tarmac of Ludus International Airport at precisely 2:17 am on a crisp Friday morning.

Henry Rosewood, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit and a silk tie that shimmered even in the dim hangar lights, emerged from the aircraft, his expensive shoes clicking on the tarmac.

The air held a damp chill, a stark contrast to the dry heat of Husla he'd just left behind. But the coolness did little to dampen the fire burning in his eyes.

He was finally here. Finally in Ludus. Finally, he would get his hands on Vanessa, the disobedient wife who had dared to make a fool of him.

She had dared to defy him. The audacity of the woman! Running away like a frightened child when he wasn't done punishing her yet. But that game was over. She was back within his grasp, he thought with a smirk etched across his face.